Oh, my prince, my little prince,
Who owns my cold little heart, hear me out.
We knew each other.
You knew me too.
You weren't expecting to see me there.
I am not a party girl.
But I was there.
I deserved to pay a fair price for your attention.
I almost desired to be hurt.
But was I really willing to sacrifice that?
I wanted to be perfect. I needed to be prepared,
So when you meet me, you will approve of me.
So when you see me for the first time,
You will fall for me.
I was hidden. I tried to be.
I craved you to see me when I am ready for you.
It has always been like this.
I was here.
Deep in my loneliness.
You were there.
Partying.
Bad boy?
Handsome?
Blue-eyed?
Yes!
You are like this.
I love it.
I hate it.
But I do see more.
Dear God, I see all of him.
I regret being silent for such many years.
I should have seen it earlier.
I would not make that mistake.
I would not have responded to that drunken kiss.
I would have pushed your hand away.
I was drunk.
You were there, as always.
Waiting for your victim.
I was supposed to change you.
Now I am ashamed of even trying.
I aspired to understand you.
I thought I have the power to turn a beast into a prince.
Now I know.
You are a prince.
But I am not your princess.
I will never be.
I was your rose once.
But there are many of them.
You do not remember me.
You were not drunk.
I was.
Did you use me?
You are a prince, indeed.
But I am not a part of your fairytale.
I am one of many voices in your chorus.
Not even a mention in your story.
But you are the main character in mine.
I will name our baby Rose.
Why was I so vulnerable?
I loved you.
I still do.
And I will keep loving you.
From far. Like I used to.
Why would I let you win?
I want to forget you.
I can not.
Dear God, I see all of him.
I was so wrong.
I did not know anything.
I liked my version of you.
But I loved the man,
You truly were.
I will name our baby Rose.
I will name our daughter Rose.
Why would I name her after my downfall?
Because she will be closer to you.
Much closer than I have ever been, despite everything.
When I woke up,
That day and you were beside me.
I was embarrassed. I felt stupid.
And you whispered in my ear.
Candace, everything will be alright.
I am not Candace.
Who is candace?
Was I just another girl?
Am I to blame?
Just another girl.
LONELY COMING HOME,
Who asked for that!
Rubbing tears with the sleeve of the ripped dress,
And the second hand maintaining the bottom of the ripped dress.
You ripped not only my clothes.
But also my little heart.
I learned to live half alive.
You said, do not fight.
You said, let me do what I gotta do.
You said it is all your fault, you know.
You said, do not you love me.
Look what you did to me.
Look what you made you do.
Look.
He did not care.
He took the heart of a little girl.
He took your bright light.
And made it forever dark.
It is not fair.
Cuz deep down, I was just a little girl.
And I can not go back.
I can not take it back, what was taken from me.
My innocence. The feeling of you inside me.
I wanted you for so long.
But not like that.
But in my fairytale, I am just a little girl.
Terrified by her little prince.
